Each year that we celebrate
Special moments of our lives
We are plucking a leaf
From the tree of life
To be collected along
With those leaves that were plucked before
Till the time comes
When the tree of life will stop
Growing leaves for us to gather
We celebrate the number of years
We add to our life, without realizing
That as we accumulate years in our existence
We are deducting from the length of years we are given
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nudershada, such a fine poem...10+++